There are those who chose their battles well,
Faced the onslaught and braved the stave's,
No retreat! Those Stonewalls stood with Rebel yell!
Such are those who live to golden days.
Others have not been given such eyes for choosing,
They die upon the little Bull Runs,
The skirmishes winning, the battle losing,
Never realizing, those were no stave's, but guns.
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